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Actually, I'm really fucking pissed off right now, you don't even understand. Oh, man.
ARGH.
So Reid, a.k.a. the guy who caused us to have to declare bankruptcy by stealing like $8,000 from us, decides to call me and ask for his FFXII game back that his friend game him for Christmas. Okay, whatever, understandable, I guess. I mean, he just wants his shit back; it's really not much different from breaking up with a boyfriend, or having a disgruntled roommate move out. So I tell him yeah, okay, he can have his game back (it never happens because I love FFXII and he can go fuck himself). That's the end of it.
Yesterday, he calls and decides that it's entirely within his rights to ask my dad to do his income tax for him. WHAT? WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU STOLE $8,000 THAT WE DIDN'T HAVE, DIDN'T EVEN GET CAUGHT/CHARGED FOR IT, CAUSED US TO DECLARE BANKRUPTCY, HAVE TO MOVE AND LOSE OUR CAR (WHICH WE STILL DON'T HAVE BACK, BY THE WAY, OVER A YEAR LATER, BECAUSE WE CAN'T AFFORD IT), AND YOU'RE ASKING US FOR FUCKING FAVORS? SERIOUSLY? Where the fuck is your sense of shame, guilt, humility? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of a fucking piece of shit robs you blind and then calls you to ask for a fucking favor? Seriously, Reid? Who does that? It's blowing my fucking mind right now, honestly. I cannot fathom the type of person who thinks it's okay to do that, like we're still buddy-buddy and it's all water under the bridge, like time heals all wounds. Well, time didn't give us our fucking car or credit rating back, so who's going to? You?
My dad's fooled himself into thinking that this is the end of it and once he does this one last favor, he'll have his money back and never have to talk to any of them again. I don't really want to get into the issues with the rest of the family, Reid's mother and sister, because it's a really significant part of, uh.. like, things that are wrong with me, and I really hate talking about it, at any rate, so I guess I'll just say that my dad should most definitely know better by now. This is not the end of it. To them, this is hopefully a new beginning.
My dad is too fucking nice for his own good. I wish I could transfer a little bit of my bitch factor to him so he's a little less naive.
ARGH.
So Reid, a.k.a. the guy who caused us to have to declare bankruptcy by stealing like $8,000 from us, decides to call me and ask for his FFXII game back that his friend game him for Christmas. Okay, whatever, understandable, I guess. I mean, he just wants his shit back; it's really not much different from breaking up with a boyfriend, or having a disgruntled roommate move out. So I tell him yeah, okay, he can have his game back (it never happens because I love FFXII and he can go fuck himself). That's the end of it.
Yesterday, he calls and decides that it's entirely within his rights to ask my dad to do his income tax for him. WHAT? WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU STOLE $8,000 THAT WE DIDN'T HAVE, DIDN'T EVEN GET CAUGHT/CHARGED FOR IT, CAUSED US TO DECLARE BANKRUPTCY, HAVE TO MOVE AND LOSE OUR CAR (WHICH WE STILL DON'T HAVE BACK, BY THE WAY, OVER A YEAR LATER, BECAUSE WE CAN'T AFFORD IT), AND YOU'RE ASKING US FOR FUCKING FAVORS? SERIOUSLY? Where the fuck is your sense of shame, guilt, humility? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of a fucking piece of shit robs you blind and then calls you to ask for a fucking favor? Seriously, Reid? Who does that? It's blowing my fucking mind right now, honestly. I cannot fathom the type of person who thinks it's okay to do that, like we're still buddy-buddy and it's all water under the bridge, like time heals all wounds. Well, time didn't give us our fucking car or credit rating back, so who's going to? You?
My dad's fooled himself into thinking that this is the end of it and once he does this one last favor, he'll have his money back and never have to talk to any of them again. I don't really want to get into the issues with the rest of the family, Reid's mother and sister, because it's a really significant part of, uh.. like, things that are wrong with me, and I really hate talking about it, at any rate, so I guess I'll just say that my dad should most definitely know better by now. This is not the end of it. To them, this is hopefully a new beginning.
My dad is too fucking nice for his own good. I wish I could transfer a little bit of my bitch factor to him so he's a little less naive.